BICKERINGS OF LOVE

in my garden of love,

i was busy watering the sunflower 

for it astounded me with its beauty

while the rose weeped for my warmth

but "the rose has thorns", wailed my mind

and hath put its need aside

but when i went for watering my plants again,

the sun asked me the question which i wasn't ready to answer

"who are you to conclude, that loving the rose will give you thorns; always? for i, hath given you the same comfort that i hath given to a vandaliser in the times of its requirement"

and for the time being,

the rose felt beautiful,

for it will always have thorns 

but that won't stop me

from loving it, the way i used to

for the ichor that dripped from my hands 

when the thorns were touched

hath stoppeth flowing now